The tears are building up Somebody installed a hydro dam behind my eyes They built the reservoir Flooded the fields But forgot to install the turbines The power's out. I ask and wonder, how long will my backup generator last And after that how many days or minutes will the emergency backup blue-green diesel-sucking generator last Both smoke when I fire them up They are loud Obviously obnoxious… But they keep me alive Last night it happened again It's been probably 2 months

Beautiful things are always fragile Glass is perfect Clear Useful Versatile It seems durable Pristine or smeared with fingerprints It holds Double pain No rain Wind or similar can break it Stronger than many things for sure But pull it from its frame Set it somewhere it was never meant to be And the fall does the rest But one simple Strike With Precision Can shatter the strongest crystalline structure How can this be We are only as strong as the frame that holds us In the s

We are always one step from our next life, one decision, one bad bounce… While that's not true we get to make the decision we get to make Amongst the gossip, and bullshit - we can cut through the noise Sometimes the noise just knocks us down Sometimes it picks us up And manifests in a rip current Impossible to escape if hit head on… So swim sideways… or.. Try to avoid rip currents Scan the beach before you jump into to the mighty river of the world Or just your day ToDAY I re

I sit outside, barely able to see my screen. Not only is the sun bright, my computer screen looks like a child has been investigating every inch of it. It’s warm, I feel good. The last two weeks I have felt as close to “normal” as I can remember. You see, apparently, I have some diagnosably significant mental health challenges. I share this early on, not to seek sympathy or establish a specific narrative or audience, rather to be honest with myself and you about how I move th

We are all different streams going to the same place Why do we hold on so tight to a future with infinite possibilities? When we can't predict how a grand maple tree's leaves will fall Or how bright the sun will set Rivers are creeks are streams Go with the flow It's the most frictionless thing you'll ever do All rivers start with a drop Stream Creek DAM The way will not always be smooth Rocks will bump and bruise As your perspective widens and deepens Life slows As it n

As I As I sit on my lavender pensive cloud I find my feelings radiating from my left middle toe And my right knee My soleus is sore from the incline And my heart beats more slowly Like the bliss is a little more viscous than usual My breath feels strong and yet somehow not refreshing Like water from a tap that's not been allowed to cool I feel exhausted. My soul has been sensitive So sensitive that a sentence sent me into a spiral just six seconds ago. That sentence should n

Hey Ms. Moss, I know we've only met a few times in person but I stubbed my toe on a root the other day I fell And looked up at you And you smiled at me Your complexion was beautiful and I, just lying on your toes, felt warm When I went home later that day I couldn't stop thinking about the way that you looked at me It makes me blush and sweat I think, if I can be honest WAIT stop there young one, please step towards me and put your palm on my skin It will allow us to speak wi

As I walk today I can feel my skin on my left forearm Hidden beneath my $12 light blue, thrifted Eddie Bauer polyester hoodie It's cold but not for me The air is fresh despite the centralized space in which I occupy I have two bags on Front and back And I'm on the road Of yet another adventure Squamish bound I usually have my knees exposed But today I desire the bottoms of my pants to be zipped on I love zippers and pockets But don't like the way they feel Particularly h

When was the moment you realized that people lie Or you recognized the colour of your skin Or you remembered that you can't play with that girl like you used to When was the moment you realized that you'll never see her again? When was the moment you forgot how to smile Wished the day was over Lashed out because you didn't know what to do while your insides were crawling When was the last time you looked in the mirror and saw the beauty beneath the reflection of pain When wa

The world is full of night walkers People who breathe better when the air's thicker The sky's darkness folds over their feet like a slipper They walk while others sleep Everyone's dreaming I walk at night by choice. You see, I consider those times to be the morning Thankfully, I haven't yet experienced a morning where my head is supported by gum-littered concrete I haven't yet experienced a morning where I wake to dying neighbour or feel the gaze of distain as day walkers